Some people say they hate themselves for being born ugly. But I hate myself for being pretty. Because of it, my life has been nothing but hell. My family and friends, they all hate me. Everywhere I go, I get abuse. Everything I do is seen as arrogance. Am I the only one suffering like this? I am pretty but I am weak and alone. No power to defend myself. There was no one to help. No hope to keep going. I was breathing but I feel dead inside. Like a zombie, numb with pain. But when I was ready to end my misery, he found me. Will I finally be happy?